This Cowboy's Son. Mary Sullivan

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      She walked to the nearest corral where a couple of mares chewed on the grass under the fence.

      Jenny combed one horse’s mane with her fingers, and took comfort from the animal’s solid bulk.

      She liked the simplicity of animals, of dealing with them. They had no problem offering loyalty and then sticking with it.

      Children’s voices in the stable rose and fell in playful cadence. She thought she heard Jesse’s voice among them. He loved playing with the kids Hank brought to the ranch.

      Her nerves hummed. Jesse didn’t know who his father was. She’d managed to dodge that bullet for four years now. He hadn’t asked yet, but he would.

      When she and Angus married, she planned to tell her son that Angus was his father. Jesse would be satisfied with that. He loved Angus.

      But what about when he got older, old enough to guess differently?

      I’ll deal with that when it happens.

      Jenny blew a soft breath through her lips. She had to believe her marriage to Angus would work.

      A mess of poorly dressed kids ran out of the stable. Jenny approached them. Some kids had holes in the toes of their sneakers, or knees worn out of their pants. They all wore baseball caps with Sheltering Arms written across the front. They were inner-city children recovering from cancer and Hank Shelter was giving them three weeks of pure, unadulterated fun. Hank took in a pack of kids every single month, year-round.

      Knowing their father’s drill by heart, Hank’s two children, four-year-old Michael and three-year-old Cheryl, led the pack. When Amy first came to the Sheltering Arms, a small girl was visiting who had become precious to both Hank and Amy. They’d been devastated when she died, and later named their daughter Cheryl in her honor.

      Another little boy, with a head full of beautiful blond locks and long blond eyelashes that would do a girl proud, ran with them. Jesse. Jenny’s heart swelled, as it always did when she saw him.

      “Jesse!” She waved and her son’s smile lit up his face. He ran across the yard and threw himself full force into her arms. Jenny caught him, laughing while she stumbled to keep her balance.

      Oh, you rare gem. Oh, my little sweetheart.

      She hugged the bundle of energy so hard he finally complained.

      “Mo-o-om. I can’t breathe.”

      Jenny loosened her grip and carried her son in her arms with his legs wrapped around her waist, like a little monkey.

      She waved to Hank and his children.

      “Hey, Jenny,” Hank called. Sometimes Jenny missed working for Hank. Sometimes she missed working with the children.

      That morning after Jenny and Matt spent the night together, Hank had lost a good ranch hand in Matt. A year later, he’d also lost Jenny.

      Most days, though, she was happy to be home, on her family’s ranch, even if she didn’t own it. Yet.

      That would change the day she married Angus. Then half of it would be hers, and someday in the future, Jesse and any brothers and sisters Jenny and Angus made for him, would own the whole thing.

      “I’m taking Jesse home now. See you later.”

      Hank waved back.

      “Hank’s got a baby horse,” Jesse chattered. “He let me pet him. Hannah gave us nimistrome for lunch.”

      “Minestrone?”

      “Uh-huh. It was good ’cept for the beans. Mikey said they make him fart.”

      Jenny chuffed out a laugh.

      Jesse fiddled with the gold chain she wore. “I made a friend. Stacey.”

      Jenny’s throat constricted. He was getting so big, no longer looked a toddler, but more a little boy. Too fast. She was in a weird mood today. Off balance because of Matt.

      Some days it felt as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. Keeping secrets could do that to a person, but she was about to unburden herself of the biggest one. She hoped she would feel better after that.

      As she held her son in her arms, smelling the hot, active-kid scent of him that she loved, she thought, What am I going to do about you and your father? You were never supposed to meet him.

      She silently cursed Angus for contacting Matt, Matt for agreeing to come back, and her parents for losing her ranch in the first place. She knew she wasn’t being rational, so she forced herself to relax, then kissed the top of her son’s head. There were some things well worth being thankful for.

      She shouldn’t be angry with her parents. They’d done their best. Dad had tried everything to save their ranch, had even started a quarry that had scarred part of the land.

      She shifted Jesse a little higher on her hip and walked to the car. She should put him down. He was four years old, after all, but she wanted him close for a few minutes, though.

      Matt was back.

      What a cowpie-kicking mess. But this was one mess she was taking care of for good.

      UNSETTLED AND TIRED, Matt threw his belongings onto a bed at the near end of the bunkhouse. Coming back to Ordinary was harder than he had reckoned it would be.

      Driving in from Wyoming, he’d thought the trip was long. Then, all of a sudden, he’d arrived and had to face too much.

      He hadn’t wanted to see Jenny. He’d planned to steer well clear of the Sheltering Arms, but she was here on the Circle K. Worse still, she was foreman and she was marrying Angus. What a snafu.

      He’d just seen her drive off the ranch in a small silver car. At least he’d have a few minutes of peace until she returned.

      Matt wanted to forget that night, and that he’d ever told Jenny he loved her.

      He didn’t want to be reminded of how much he’d missed her in the past five years and the friendship they’d had before that night. Nor did he want to admit how much he’d missed this place and how it was all tangled up with his relationship with Jenny.

      She’d been his anchor for years, since he was a kid. She’d watched over him. Then they’d had sex, he’d split, and he’d missed her and Ordinary more than he’d thought possible.

      Matt wished he could turn around and beat a track out of here, to get away from his love-hate relationship with this community, but he couldn’t leave.

      He owed Angus too much money. No way could he let him down.

      Why not? Angus let you down. He’s marrying Jenny.

      So what? You were never going to marry her. Jenny and Angus are free to marry each other.

      Yeah, but still…

      Still what?

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